Romans & histoires How To Shift Realities

“Then let’s not waste another second.” Rehya’s presence warmed me from the inside out. “Good. Now, listen closely. The magic binding Calix is ancient and cruel—it won’t let go easily. You’ll need to call him back, to reach him through our bond. But more than that, you’ll need to awaken our true power.” I frowned. “How?” “Shift.” My heart skipped a beat. “Shift? Now?” “Yes,” she said. “It’s time.” Panic flared in my chest. I had never shifted before. The fear of it had haunted me my entire life. What if I couldn’t do it? What if I failed?

said Shadow, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek and whispered, “You’re my favorite naked guy.” I smiled at her. “Do you realize they can still hear you?” “They know you’re my favorite, duh.” She rolled her eyes in amusement. “Okay.” He blew a few breaths and did a warm-up, shaking limbs. “Then what now?” “Relax your body. Think about your wolf. Sometimes, our emotions play a huge factor that triggers us to shift. He can also help you. Just open your thoughts and open yourself for the change.” “That one I know,” Calder said nervously.

And then. Thud! She woke up sweating and breathing heavily. She observed her surrounding before taking a sigh of relief. It was a nightmare, again! But what's the gurantee it won't be a nightmare the next time? She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. ••••••••••

She slid the other half into the pocket of her jacket. *But, wait! How will we communicate if I can’t hear thoughts?* *You can hear my thoughts if I focus my thoughts on you. Similarly, I can listen to your thoughts if you project them specifically towards me.* *How is that even possible?* *I can stand here and explain how the pills were made, or we can make a move.*R said a bit exasperatedly. He was worried that any delay would cause his plan to backfire. *Sorry…sorry…let us go.* Sia said as she started walking, but R swept her off her feet and carried her.

“What will I be doing in here?” He slammed the door in her face. The clicking and thudding sound she heard let her know he had locked it from the outside and bolted it closed. Panic settled in her bones. She dropped her clothes on the floor and pounded on the door. “Hey! Let me out! Elder Sanchez let me out! Please! It’s dark in here.” A loud bam came from the other side of the door. His voice was muffled through the heavy wood. “You need to pray to the moon goddess. I will be a shifter. I ask for my shifting form.”

“ “Moving on is impossible. She's all I think about. I can't get her out of my head...“ “Someday, you'll fall in love again. And that someone will heal all the wounds. Someday, Son. “ “What if I don't? “ Arthur asked the one question that troubled him. “Time –they say– heal all wounds, but what if it doesn't heal mine? What if I gave all my love to Stacie, and none is remaining for another?“ “Arthur?“ “What if I never get the closure I seek, and I spend all my life crying over a love that broke me?“ “Arthur. Son, that's enough.“ “What if I never get over Stacie? What if her voice never stops haunting my dreams and thoughts?“ “Arthur, you gotta stop with the 'what-ifs' and take a decision. De

And they were using it to glue me to the spot. I roared, a sound of frustration and effort. I couldn't let this stop me. If I got stuck here, Jaynayah was lost. I needed leverage. I needed strength that my human form didn't possess in this realm. I closed my eyes, ignoring the stinging wind, and reached deep inside myself. In the physical world, shifting required breaking bones and reshaping flesh. Here, it was about intent. It was about imposing my will on the reality around me. I am the Alpha, I projected, picturing the wolf—the sheer, brute power of the beast. And I do not yield.

“The return’s over. Gold’s found everyone who needed it. Now the ground shifts because when return finishes, the next stage just… comes. It doesn’t wait for a clock. Soon as the return’s done, consolidation starts.” “So we don’t have until tomorrow night,” Rhydian said. “No.” My answer was flat. “We’ve got tonight.” Malek was silent. Then….. “How long?” “I don’t know. The account should say…” I turned. Mira was there, just inside the clearing, staring at the silver light with something like recognition, and something else. “How long after the light shifts?” I asked her. She looked at the clearing. “The shift starts the window,” she said. “Not the end. The beginning. The mark’s ready for tran